Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.